Only days later to resounding fanfare, the Knight Marshall calls upon the Squires and Men at Arms enter the tilting ground at take their positions.

It is the Knight Marshall’s job to see that the tournament is conducted in a just and fair way and his first task is to call into the list the knights to do battle.  The crowd roars as their hero, Sir Malcolm of Roxborough enters the tilting ground on his trusted steed, but with many knights too afraid to face the rath of the Black Knight, who will fight beside him?

The answer comes just moments later in the form of the disheveled and somewhat drunken figure of Sir Frederick, as his bemused steed bounds into the arena, mead spilling liberally from his tankard to the amusement of both the audience and the Black Knight camp. Needing a second, the Good Knight had little choice but to accept the late offer of support from Sir Frederick; even though he was too drunk to care what he had volunteered for.

There was a hush followed by a cacophony of boos as Sir Guy of Gisbourne is called to take his place in the Black Knights camp, his menacing stare and distain for the audience, a clear sign of things to come. The Black Knight thunders into the arena, a shear mountain of evil, his mighty steed seaming to spit fire from his nostrils. He revels in the boos and jeers and vows to make them pay by humiliating their hero before them.

 The Knight Marshall calls order and reads out the rules to be accepted by both camps. ‘What rules? I fight by my own’ bellows the Black Knight

.......And so the scene is set. With tests of skill and bravery to determin who will win the day. Will Sir Malcolm; handicapped from the start with a Drunkard for a second, be good enough to overcome a Black Knights camp who are set on fighting with devious and dirty tactics? 

This is no fairy tale, so anything could happen. Who you cheer for could just make the difference, so look out for a tournament near you and TAKE YOUR PLACE IN HISTORY